Originally said by Nathaniel Hawthorne, in Mosses from and Old Manse:
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.
And my row of beans just broke the soil a couple days back. And I think the roma tomatoes are going to come back from the cold snap that I'd thought wiped them out.
Temporarily dirty fingernails can be a healthy thing.
